All Of My Chapter Titles Are Based On Song Names You Can Look Up The Songs On Youtube. This Week's Chapter Is Based On The Song- "I Call Your Name" by The Beatles

If You Listen To The Lyrics, You Will Hopefully Understand Why I Named This Chapter After It. This week, it's more based on just the song title, not so much the lyrics.

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I Can't Always Just Forget Him

Chapter Four:

I Call Your Name, But You're Not There

Once Gerard reaches his apartment building, he locks the door, takes off his jacket, and sits on his bed thinking of what to do next. Then he remembers something he promised. He reaches into his pocket, pulls out the piece of paper with Frank's number on it, and dials. "Fuck," he thinks, "what am I even going to say?"

"What took you so long?"

Gerard smiles and says, "I just walked in."

"Oh, really? Ya miss me?"

"Actually, I do." Gerard lays down to get more comfortable.

"Good. Tomorrow night we're going to the Charles River." Frank states like its already set plans.

"I'm not so sure if-" is all Gerard gets out before he hears the dial tone. Frank hung on up him. He sighs, sets down the phone, and goes to sleep without another thought.

"Come ON, you wuss! It's safe! I promise," Frank says as he reaches for Gerard's hand.

"I don't know, man. What if the ice breaks and we fall through?"

"That won't happen, and if it did, you can say you died doing something fun."

Gerard takes Frank's hand and slowly steps onto the frozen river. It's so slippery that he's afraid he's going to fall, but Frank has a tight grip on him.

"Whoa, it's gorgeous out here," Gerard exclaims as he takes in the vastness of the frozen river and all of the surrounding trees.

"Isn't it? I told you!" Frank lets go of Gerard's hand and runs onto the ice before falling flat on his ass.

"Holy shit, are you okay?" Gerard asks while cautiously making his way towards Frank.

"Yeah, I'm fine," Frank mumbles before reaching up for Gerard's hand and pulling him down onto the ice. "Lay down with me so we can look at the stars." Frank lays back and tugs on Gerard's jacket so he'll do the same and smiles once he finally complies. They spend all night naming constellations and talking about random shit like movies, music, and anything else that comes to their minds.

Gerard pulls in front of Frank's apartment and looks over to see the other man asleep. He lightly nudges Frank's shoulder to wake him up.

"Hey, I didn't wanna wake you but, we're here so," Gerard says once Frank looks awake enough to understand him.

"Oh, yeah, it's okay. Uhm…" Frank chews on his lip ring. "Can I stay at your place to sleep? I'm so tired."

Gerard's eyes widen. "Uh sure, I mean, if you want."

"Cool, just let me grab my toothbrush." Frank opens the car door and jogs up to his apartment.

Gerard lays his head against his seat and closes his eyes before hearing a knock at the window. "What the…?"

"Can I help you?"

Gerard blinks at the strange, raven-haired man. "Uh, what do you mean?"

"Can I help you with something?" The guy shifts his bag on his shoulder and waits for an answer.

"No…" Gerard is pretty convinced the guy is out of his mind.

"What are you doing here?"

"I'm not really sure what you're asking me."

The man looks even more confused than Gerard does before mumbling an "Oh, thanks," and walking away.

Three Days Earlier

Gerard turns off the lights and looks out his window. It looks as if snow is falling only under a dim streetlight across the street. When he looks to the left, he spots a large white van with two people sitting in it. He squints to get a better look at the two dark figures when one of them rolls down the van's window, tosses a cigarette out, and waves at Gerard with a smile.

"He's waving? I'm like a fucking joke to them." He says bitterly as he closes the blinds and starts pacing the room. "I guess they figure they can act however the fuck they want. Not like I'm gonna remember it."

Gerard reaches into the shopping bag he threw on his bed, pulls out a prescription bottle, and dumps two pills into his hand. The pills were pink with the initials AL 1718 on them. He had no clue what they were; he really doesn't like taking pills when he has no idea what they are or what they'll do to him. "Fuck it," he thinks and downs the pills with a drink of water.

He peeks through the blinds again to look at the van one more time before taking his clothes off and changing into his new pair of pajamas. Gerard throws the shopping bag onto the floor and reaches for his phone, dialing the familiar number.

"We're sorry, the number you have dialed is no longer in service. If you think you have reached this recording in error-"

"Fuck you, Frank. Fuck you for doing this to me." He sets his phone on his nightstand and lays down on his bed. Gerard closes his eyes and hears his apartment door opening, then closing, followed by footsteps. "It's them," he thinks. "It's too late to turn back now."